I rub firm circles on her jeans, chuckling darkly at the way her hips gyrate against the pressure.
“Cade,” her lips part on my name, her tongue darting out to wet them. “God.”
“He’s not here right now, baby. It’s just me. And I’m done asking nicely. I’m ready to take.” I pull one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the metal before clamping down on it. Her corresponding whimper is light and airy, just like her consuming laugh.
I wrap her loose hair around my fist, pull her close and whisper against her ear. “I’m going to peel these skin-tight jeans off of you and enjoy a taste of what I already know is going to be a perfect little cunt.” A tremor racks her body, but I keep going. “Make you come in my mouth. And before you've even recovered from that, I’ll shove my cock into you, make you scream my name loud enough they’ll hear you one town over.”
Willa’s eyes flare in surprise and she nods.
“Is that what you want, Red? Let me hear you say it.”
Challenge blazes in her eyes, her chin jutting out stubbornly. “Take it then, Cade. Taste me. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard I’ll forget my own name. I’ve never wanted anything more. I’m yours tonight.”
My chest rumbles in satisfaction, and my hands work at the button on her jeans. “And when I’m finished, what will you say?”
“God,” she breathes out so quietly I almost miss it, her eyes fixed on where my hands are now making quick work of her pants. “I knew you had big dick energy, but this is something else.”
I yank at her jeans and she eagerly lifts her hips. “What are you going to say, baby?”
“Thank you,” is her breathy response.
“That’s my girl,” I grit out as I peel her pants off, dusting kisses down her thighs, feeling gooseflesh pop up under my lips where I drag my stubble across her tender skin. When I get her jeans past her knees, they catch on the tall snakeskin boots she’s wearing.
“These fucking boots,” I grumble, moving back and grabbing them at the heel to remove them. And then I stop.
“Do you like them?” She does that little signature arch thing with her eyebrow. I fucking love when she does that. A silent challenge.
“I’ll like them a whole lot better when I get them off so I can see you naked and spread out for me.”
She hums. “Summer told me they were good luck when she lent them to me.”
I toss one boot behind me and reach for the other as I shake my head. “You women are witches. I don’t even want to know where these boots have been. Get them the fuck off.”
Willa giggles, never put off by harsh words. She points her toe, and the boot slides off, which is good timing, because her naked and laughing is an aphrodisiac.
The jeans are gone.
The socks are gone.
“You’re wearing panties,” I grumble, staring at her nude lace full-cut booty shorts. Perfect curves. My cock twitches.
She nibbles at her lip. “You keep telling me to.”
“Red, me telling you to do things”—I reach forward and tug at the top so they wedge between her pussy lips and sit high on her hips—“has almost never worked.”
“Some days I do. Some days I don’t. Gotta keep things interesting. Plus, I keep waiting for you to check. Kind of hoping you’ll dole out some discipline if you catch me without them.”
“Fuck.” I roll my lips together, eyes caught on the fabric disappearing into her slit. My hand trembles when I reach forward, and I still it by rubbing my fingers over the wet fabric that separates us. I groan when she sighs and spreads her thighs wider, palms still propped behind her on the mattress. “Lie back, baby. I want you to relax.”
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to relax with you between my legs, Cade,” she says. But she also flops onto her back.
“Is that a thank-you, Red?”
She chuckles, but it’s all raspy. Deep in her throat, right where I was not so long ago.
“I should pinch myself for how unbelievable this is.” My opposite hand grips her ankle, where I press a kiss to the protruding bone. Even her fucking ankles are pretty. “How unbelievable you are.” I prop that foot on the edge of the bed and push her leg open.
“Thank you,” she says, hips lifting urgently as she does.
“You still want me to fuck you, Red?”
“Yes.” Her hands roam her tits, plucking at her nipples.
“Beg for it, baby.” I press my thumb to her clit and watch her head pop up over the hills of her breasts.